Spending a couple minutes
inside this other world
where words sit at the center.
She has no idea, really
thinking Im not paying attention
on my phone in social media
the girl can’t tell
I’m circled above her
watching her apply
the tiny little pieces.
One by one
the minutes are effortless
she and that smile
asking me what I want to do?
She pauses, in the mirror
eyes are staring
the playlist sings to her
touching that wanting-side
intentionally
she turns to face me
hands unclasp
the very outfit
she’d been working on.
Hands to shoulders
then downward
she takes up the praying position
on broken knees to palms
she crawls
up and over until
she’s on top.
Out there in another world
they’re waiting for her
hands to curved hips again
she takes action
that first sensation
there is this division
forbidden words are spoken
and just like that
her pretty look
is smeared.
Kissed heavily of course
the girl comes alive
offering wrists
tied tightly from behind
her favorite position starts.
Strong flexed shoulders
taking tiny sips of air
she’s super close
that one song
the heavy bass
thumping the room
there’s something dirty
naughty are the looks
she spreads her open palms
bracing for the rush
coming
from deep inside
the girl is fucked
she pushes back
the pace slows
for just a second
she begs
if she could please
“No!”
The wave builds
pinched attention
the sound of her bare bottom
being slapped
the red mark
she smiles.
The early morning
glistens
wet dew on manicured lawn
the birds are alive.
A new song quickly starts
she tightens
the joy of releasing
she’s rehearsed
this very moment
her entire life.
Warm and sensitive
are their bodies
as they crash down.
Her favorite song
loudly fills the room,
thank goodness,
the black out curtains
create night from day
they’re late
she spins
eyes stare up into eyes
she’s all messed up
she’ll have to
start all over again
little are the pieces
she doesn’t mind
picking up.
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